i sit here,
where i write
each day,
at the end of the day,
waiting for
my best girl,
(with the help of her nanny),
to find her way
across town and
into my arms.
as i sit,
the sun, it disappears…
it doesn’t
so much as set
here as it gets
enveloped by
the smoke that seems
to rise from the
city at all times
of the day.
the mosquitoes are
on their way,
trying to find
a patch of exposed skin,
before the guy
in gray covers
the grounds in a
thick and lethal fog that
looks like the sky
above, but smells
infinitely worse.
i try to read
more writing from
a far better
writer, but even
his words can’t
keep my attention…
because i know
you’ll soon
be coming through
those doors.
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So beautiful, Matt.
The words and the picture.
One can’t help but love the adoration for your daughter in your eyes. Perfection.
I could read these posts all day…and then I’d get fired. So I won’t, but I could.
Matt,
Beautiful as always. Your best girl has the best daddy!
By the way, you’re actually looking much younger … and more joyous.
this looks like a picture taken in the 80’s…very cute!
P.S. this is supposed to be a compliment
Beautiful…I am sure she is just as excited to see you at the end of the day as you are to see her
It’s pure love…
What a great picture & words, too, describing true love between you & your best girl!!!!!!!!!
There is a new light in your face, Matt. I’m so happy you are there. Thank you for sharing some of Bangladore with us — it’s beautiful and intoxicating.
I think you are where you should be; remembering and discovering with your beautiful girl. What a glorious gift for her, and for you. I see it all over your face — and hers.
I hope you know this in the wellspring of your soul.